Key Glock – Since 6ix Lyrics

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as fuck, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Yeah)

[Verse]
Bitch I been gettin’ it (Yeah)
Young nigga and I got plenty (Yeah)
Hundreds and fifties and twenties (Yeah)
Stackin’ my digits (Yeah)
Hot like a motherfuckin’ skillet (Yeah)
Don’t put your hands on me, Willy (Hah)
Swaggin’ and spillin’ (Sauce)
Drippin’ in Gucci, Givenchy (Drip)
Louis Vuitton decisions
Cartier lenses, I paid a rack for my vision (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I see you niggas bullshittin’, my diamonds hittin’
Bitches fallin’ out like Wendy, ooh, Wendy Williams
Lord forgive me but I’m oh so serious, ooh
I be walkin’, same time swimmin’, my neck wet just like a pool
Spent a whole hundred rack on tenni’s, not talkin’ ’bout shoes
But I did spend a twenty with my crew and made the news (No cap)
Then I got this shit right back after I bust a couple moves (No cap)
Then I bought a couple jewels, they like, “Glock, you a fool” (Yeah)
Bitch ain’t nothin’ new but these motherfuckin’ blues (Bitch)

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah (Glizzock)
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as fuck, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Ever since I was 6)

[Bridge]
No I never ever trust a bitch, nah (No)
The last time I did, I was 6, yeah (6)
I hit a ho and get away quick, uh (Gone)
Young nigga smooth like silk, yeah
Ice so cold, need a coat, yeah (Ice so cold)
I’m so high, no pimp (High)
I walk like a pimp, yeah (I walk like a, drip)
Bankroll make me limp, yeah

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as fuck, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Glock)

Tee Grizzley – Hooters Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
If I tell my niggas to die for me
And my niggas ask me to die for ’em
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!

[Pre-Chorus]
If I tell my niggas to die for me, them niggas dyin’
And I’ll do the same, this shit ain’t one-sided
Hundred racks on me, no re-up, it’s profit
Fuck up your city then meet with the pilot (Nyoom)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah,) we outta here
Yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) we outta here, ayy

[Chorus]
Shittin’ on niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (At Hooters)
Shittin’ on niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (At Hooters)

[Verse 1]
Treat these hoes like one point gang (One gang)
I’m leavin’ right after I score (Swish)
I walk in Gucci like “What you got in the back?”
“Don’t want what y’all got on the floor” (Exclusive)
Just bought a crib in The A (Mansion)
That bitch look like a resort (Big)
Y’all do the shit for the fame
Keep the awards, give us the rewards (Okay)
Ayy, remember back when niggas doubted me? (Doubted me?)
My Prada fit on, is you proud of me? (Proud of me?)
Ain’t got no Activis, Quali- me (Quali-)
Opps keep droppin’, they tired of me? (Bow!)
Hey, little dog, keep my name out your mouth
(Keep my name out your fuckin’ mouth, nigga)
I’m a big dog, have niggas that’ll aim at your house
(Brrraaa! Pow!)

[Pre-Chorus]
If I tell my niggas to die for me, them niggas dyin’
And I’ll do the same, this shit ain’t one-sided
Hundred racks on me, no re-up, it’s profit
Fuck up your city then meet with the pilot (Nyoom!)
Yeah, yeah, we outta here
Yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) we outta here, ayy

[Chorus]
Shittin’ on these niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (Hooters)
Shittin’ on these niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (At Hooters, nigga!)

[Verse 2]
Label just called
Said the check was clearin’ now
Take a dime, pin her down
Scream my name, lemme hear it loud
I tell a bitch to top me, that bitch gon’ top me
Can’t do the same, that shit one-sided
I just tacked on you a real big diamond
Shit, it’s blindin’, where did you find it?
Big face Relly, no tick-tock (No tick-tock)
Big boy bag, no Ziploc (No Ziploc)
She wanna talk to me privately (Privately)
Sendin’ me pics of her privacy (Flick)
Please don’t become a opp to me (No)
That’s like screamin’ body me (Bow!)
Police come get me I do like a G
And be quiet like I’m in the library

[Pre-Chorus]
If I tell my niggas to die for me, them niggas dyin’ (Rah, rah, rah)
And I’ll do the same, this shit ain’t one-sided
Hundred racks on me, no re-up, it’s profit
Fuck up your city then meet with the pilot (Nyoom!)
Yeah, yeah, we outta here (Gone)
Yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) we outta here (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Shittin’ on niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (No tutors)
Shittin’ on niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (Hooters)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah,) we outta here (No sewer)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah,) we outta here (No tutor)
If I tell my niggas to die for me, them niggas dyin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I’ll do the same, this shit ain’t one-sided (No Hooters)
Hundred racks on me, no re-up, it’s profit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck up your city then meet with the pilot (We outta here!)
Yeah, yeah, we outta here

Travis Scott – SICKO MODE lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: Drake]
Astro, yeah
Sun is down, freezin’ cold
That’s how we already know, winter’s here
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
That’s just all he know, he don’t know nothin’ else
I tried to show ’em, yeah
I tried to show ’em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame, he in sicko mode

[Part II]

[Verse 1: Travis Scott & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that’s Nike boys, hoppin’ out coupes
This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot (gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had to Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it’s 4 AM and I’m back up poppin’ with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mix this pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin’ fruits
And they chokin’, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose

[Bridge: Big Hawk & Swae Lee]
Some—some—some, someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl—pl—playin’ for keeps, don’t play us for weak (someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl—pl—playin’ for keeps, don’t play us for weak

[Verse 2: Travis Scott, Swae Lee & Uncle Luke]
Yeah, this shit way too formal, y’all know I don’t follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain’t got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put ’em all in a group
Hit my esés, I need the booch
‘Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her “hop in, you comin’ too”
In the 305, bitches treat me like I’m Uncle Luke (don’t stop, pop that pussy!)
Had to slop the top off, it’s just a roof, uh
She said “where we goin’?” I said “the moon”
We ain’t even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it’s just the pool
Now I got her open, it’s just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I’m the glue (someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue

[Bridge: Big Hawk & Swae Lee]
Someone said
Pl—playin’ for keeps
Someone said, motherfucker—someone said
Don’t play us for weak

[Part III]

[Intro: Travis Scott, Drake, & Lil Juice]
Yeah
Astro, yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ay, ay

[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
She’s in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours ’til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah, like a light, ayy, yeah

[Verse 3: Drake, Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
Like a light, ayy
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block, (down the block) made a right (yeah, right)
Cut the lights, (yeah, what) paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it’s sweet, (nah, nah) it’s on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin’ nice, (yeah) baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ, (yeah) checks over stripes (yeah)
That’s what I like, (yeah) that’s what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I’m Sheck (bitch!)
See the shots that I took, (ayy) wet like I’m Book (ayy)
Wet like I’m Lizzie, I be spinnin’ Valley
Circle blocks ’til I’m dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I’m tryna clean ’em (yeah)

[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
She’s in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours ’til I land
Had me out like a light (like a light)
Like a light (like a light)
Like a light (like a light)
Like a light

[Verse 4: Travis Scott]
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly, sendin’ texts, ain’t sendin’ kites, yeah
He said “keep that on lock”, I say “you know this shit, it’s stife”, yeah
It’s absolute, yeah (yeah) I’m back, reboot (it’s lit!)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin’ off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back, she said she workin’ on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain’t by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah
‘Bout a check, yeah, (check) just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I’ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook
Yeah

Moneybagg Yo – Dice Game Lyrics

[Intro]
Tay Keith

[Chorus]
I want some nice brain (brain), she want some nice things (purses and shit)
I was just being a nigga, soon as I cum my mind changed (nah)
I’m racing a demon, back for the keys, knowing it might rain (speedin’)
Fuck it, I’m takin’ a gamble (fuck it), my life is a dice game (roll it)

[Verse]
You better bet on me, man I been passin’
You probably want me to crap out (seven)
I bet I jump before, let’s bet a hundred more (what’s that?)
That’s a rack on the come-out (G ball)
I’m in the Don, bae shotgun
Let down the roof ’cause the sun out (sun out)
White paint (dope), white interior (coke)
It feel like I’m in the crack house (blow out)
I feel like Lucious, hittin’ this cookie
I’m on the yellow, pour up gushy
Balenciagas, fit like footies
Grain on draco look like Woody (Toy Story)
Got no plaques but my shows packed
Louis, ‘Venchy, I’m mismatched
I can’t lose, play to win, bet on me, I’m all in
I rock an ice chain, just got the watch plain
She left her last man for me, she did the right thing
I was gettin’ twenty a show last year
But you know the price changed (up)
I’m your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper (what’s that?)
I’m in a tight lane (whoa)
Baby you can’t even tell your friend
They may rat on us (be quiet)
Yeah we lust and fuck
She got his name covered up
Then went and got me tatted (yeah)
FaceTime me in some green panties (yeah)
I been toting a lot of blue money (what else?)
Chanel junkie and Supreme addict (turn up)
Taste the rainbow, roll the Skittles (woo)
Every nigga with me tote a pistol (big one)
Send a hit and I’m rollin’ with him (yeah)
And we ain’t stoppin’ ’til we know it’s in him (grrr)
King suite, Intercontinental (yeah)
Who you with? it was confidential (shh)
Check cleared, I’m just pushing enter (woo)
Uniport, I’m gettin’ monumental (cash)

[Chorus]
I want some nice brain (brain), she want some nice things (purses and shit)
I was just being a nigga, soon as I cum my mind changed (nah)
I’m racing a demon, back for the keys, knowing it might rain (speedin’)
Fuck it, I’m takin’ a gamble (fuck it), my life is a dice game (roll it)

[Outro]
You better bet on me
You better bet on me
You better bet on me

Moneybagg Yo – Exactly Lyrics

[Intro: Moneybagg Yo & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
[?]
Can’t hear you
Punch me in
Do it all over

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Back then she ain’t fuck with a nigga, but now she wanna cuff me
My sack bigger
Fuck on her, I leave
I’m that nigga
Dope on top of them trees like cat litter
I ain’t choosing no side, I stay in the middle
How the fuck he gon’ ride? He ain’t kill a nigga
I got over two bodies like John Diller
[?], we done hung niggas
Wockhardt on the bottle, that’s actually
Crack the seal
What I’m pouring up? Actavis
New Ferrari, buy it
I put a MAC in it
Yellow bitch, big booty
I’m smashing shit
From the gutter, fuck the rapping
I’m jacking shit
Money talking
Nigga playing, we smashing shit
[?], nigga know that we cancel shit
Fully loaded, fully ammo, immaculate

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
On short notice, I just ran up 100
Well not 100, 97 exactly
Living cinematic, this a world premiere
I ain’t acting, but I’m fucking a actress
Blue hunnids gang bang, they stacking
Two bitches, one me exactly
Opps on the other street that’s action
Slide down, 100 round exactly
Exactly (exactly)
Look at they reaction, let’s see who the maddest (big mad)
I’m smashing (what)
‘Rari or Lamb’? let’s see what’s the fastest (skrrt)
Exactly (big drums on ’em)
Bands in the field, heritage, classic (woo)
Exactly (we the new dope)
Fed baby’s like two bricks in a plastic
Hey!

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
(Bagg)
For that pack I want exactly what I told you
And that’s closure
Dispensary out in Colorado, keep a backwood full of doja
Machine gun ‘cross the shoulder, wake the whole house up
Folgers
Shawty tripping on poster, like I’m ‘posed to
She want exposure
Six cars, I’m more than mobile
Rockstar, I’m never sober
Shit at all, what I owe them exactly?
Two for one, only one was a baddie
Plug hit, say he having contractions
That mean yay on the way (any day)
Straight off the block to a billboard spot
That mean I’m hotter than May

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
On short notice, I just ran up 100
Well not 100, 97 exactly
Living cinematic, this a world premiere
I ain’t acting, but I’m fucking a actress
Blue hunnids gang bang, they stacking
Two bitches, one me exactly
Opps on the other street that’s action
Slide down, 100 round exactly
Exactly (exactly)
Look at they reaction, let’s see who the maddest (big mad)
I’m smashing (what)
‘Rari or Lamb’? let’s see what’s the fastest (skrrt)
Exactly (big drums on ’em)
Bands in the field, heritage, classic (woo)
Exactly (we the new dope)
Fed baby’s like two bricks in a plastic

[Outro]
Tay Keith too bangin’

Lil Yachty – Who Want The Smoke? Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty, BlocBoy JB & Lil’ Juice]
I fuck with this shit, man
Ha
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!
Word!

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & BlocBoy JB]
Hotboxin’ in the whip (in the whip)
I don’t even smoke (smoke though)
But we drop tops and let it rip (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up if it’s smoke (huh?)
With them big rocks up in her ear (word)
Chandelier (chandelier)
Can you hear? (Huh?)
Who that there?
Who want the smoke? (The smoke)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Word, word, word)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
I-I-I hear shots comin’ on the low from hoes I’m higher than
This attention is so flatterin’ ’cause they’re admirin’
Don’t know what’s on their mind, but it should be retirement
Get the AARP or this AR get to firin’ (blat)
They don’t want smoke with me (no)
The diamonds is chokin’ me, their pussy need potpourri
These bitches is 0-3
And there ain’t a lower league, all in my ovaries
The fur on my shoulder mink
Tell me what Hov would think
I get the money, I am the king of New York
And I rock a sew-in weave (woo, woo, woo, woo)
I run it, I run it, I relay the win
They talkin’, they talkin’, I’m takin’ it in
I did not come here to make any friends
Who buried the bridge and aren’t makin’ amends
They don’t want none, I’ll say it again (yee!)
They don’t want none, I pray for their sins (hah)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty, BlocBoy JB & Cardi B]
Hotboxin’ in the whip (in the whip)
I don’t even smoke (smoke though)
But we drop tops and let it rip (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up if it’s smoke (huh?)
With them big rocks up in her ear (word)
Chandelier (chandelier)
Can you hear? (Huh?)
Who that there?
Who want the smoke? (The smoke, who?)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Word, word, word, b-b-b-blat)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, who?)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Is you fuckin’? (Yeah) Baby girl I need to know (who?)
Who finna run get the rubbers from the store? (Who there?)
Bitch so damn wet, drippin’ on my marble floor (drip, drip, drip)
Never not strapped, in my city, on my foe
Pull up in a two-seater (yeah,) in a wife-beater
With my bro, he be bangin’ like a car speaker
All black, late night like the Grim Reaper
Wrist in the air, turned the club to a new freezer

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & BlocBoy JB]
Who want the smoke? (The smoke)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Word, word, word)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset!
Glock 40 in my coat
My bitch keep fire in the Chanel tote (fire, fire)
Suffocate him, hang him by the rope
Hot potato, bullet, let it go (brrt, brrt, brrt)
The .44 put him in a yolk (.44)
Pull up in the store, no, like he seen a ghost
And I got the kilo comin’ on the boat (kilo)
We gon’ move it fast, vamanos, vamanos (vamanos)
Niggas talkin’ foul on the d-low (foul)
[?] I’m standin’ at the line, shoot a free throw
Medical, I sip a couple lines of fineto
Impeccable, the Richard Mille line, man, it’s see-through (impeccable)
Who want the smoke? Wet him up, humble up
Seen the Ghost, [?] got a scope and I hope
That they pull up to the spot with the ho
Get smoked with the pole in the middle of the store (smoke)
The SIG pulled out, nigga had a stroke
[?] at them niggas, shawty, I don’t know
Choppa made that bitch (bah), ain’t nowhere to go
Throw him off the boat (die), in the river, float (float)
30 round clip in this clip clear (clear)
I’m in the Wraith so I’m lookin’ at the rear mirror (mirror)
Free jit, we ain’t goin’ for that shit, period (free jit)
Red dots on their pussy, niggas on their period (hey, hey)